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The Secret Life of Wonder Woman	By : serious Category: DC Verse Comics > Wonder Woman Views: 18559 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Ember
- 2-Help
- 3-Blind
- 4-Girlfriend
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The Captain of the U.S.S. Bart Hawk, Harold Fink, had accepted his latest orders with some trepidation. Saber-rattling had never been his forte -- you either used the sword or you left it in the sheath – and being part of the battle group blockading Theymyrscia…Thmyeskira… Thighmascara… Paradise Island was just asking for trouble. It seemed both pointless and foolhardy to him, but he guessed the country was tending toward paranoia these days.

“Ours not to wonder why, just ours to do or die,” Harold mused, accepting coffee from a midshipman.

“Sir?”

“Nothing. At most, I expect all we’ll be doing is enjoying the fresh air while our superiors try to decide what to do with us.”

“Speaking for the men, sir… shore leave.”

“Shore leave?”

“Island full of women who haven’t seen a man in a couple thousand years?” The midshipman grinned. “Shore leave.”

“Dismissed. And tell the men not to get their hopes up.”

He retired to his cabin to go over the morning’s paperwork. It was a logistical nightmare just to keep a fleet floating. His hands was just starting to cramp when he heard a knock at the porthole… He stood and opened it to see Wonder Woman floating outside, ceremonial cloak surrounding her like a cloud of smoke round a fire. It probably shouldn’t have come as such a shock to see her.

“Captain Fink. I’d ask to step inside, but I don’t think I’m that thin.”

“We could walk out to the flight deck.”

“No, this will only take a minute. Since you’re here, it’s obvious you know of the tragedy that has befallen Themyscira. In a fit of jealousy, cow-eyed Hera…” and though Fink knew from high school that was a mythological epithet, Princess Diana put particular emphasis on the ‘cow’, “struck at my home and sunk it into the sea. The damage was great, although thankfully its magic prevented any deaths. Still, we are attending to the injuries of our guests, key among them the scholars and knowledge-seekers of your own land. I know it would compromise your mission to render aid beyond what has already been volunteered.” Little as that was, she graciously refused to add. “But… our storehouse island was sunk. Much of our foodstuffs are underwater. If you could perhaps… be a good neighbor.”

The Captain thought about it. “As it so happens, much of our food stores just went rotten. It happens. I’m sure I’m due to be informed of it any minute. Would you mind terribly if we disposed of it on your island?”

Wonder Woman smiled. It really was like the sun rising. “We wouldn’t mind at all.” She extended her hand through the open porthole. “Thanks and a blessing upon you, Captain Fink.”

Fink took her hand and, to the surprise of all involved, kissed the back of it gently. “Think nothing of it.”

***

It was just a short trip further to Themyscira, and Diana couldn’t help but be impressed with how the relief effort was coming along. Although the proud Amazons had refused most offers of aid (Diana found this hard to square with her anger over how little aid had been offered, but she managed), they were equal to the difficult task. Already beauty had won out over hardship and the memory of the disaster was fast-fading. Diana touched down on the beach, kicking off her boots and letting the waves tickle her feet. Her mother had always taught her the value of looking for the victory in defeat. And Diana did so love the ocean…

She took off her cloak, draping it over one arm with her boots in that hand as she walked up the path to what she sought. Her cargo, hard and heavy, sat within a concealed flap in the back of the cape. Superman had shown her how to sew it. It was a handy trick, although one Diana had had to refer to her seamstress to get right.

All around her, the tension and trauma were breaking. Amazons were in a state of repose, some holding each other in loving meditation, others starting to resume their daily activities. Diana wondered if Io had begun forging again. The princess wouldn’t truly consider Themyscira restored until her friend was once again at work. But there was one Amazon that would never tire, and it was her well-being that weighed most heavily on Diana.

Artemis was reduced to repairing cosmetic damage, heaving rubble out of the way that in some places Amazons were using as game boards or shade. She was exhausted, her ponytail frizzy and dark circles under her eye, but the eyes themselves were still set with unbending fervor.

“What is the matter with you sluggards?” she asked, and Diana, wincing, hoped she was referring to the Bana-Midghall in the population as well. “The eyes of the world are upon us, seeing how we respond to an attack, and you lollygag around like infants?”

“She doesn’t mean it,” Diana said of the harsh words, her arms folded. “I think the past week has taken its toll on her. Hasn’t it, Artemis?”

“Stay out of this, Diana. Just because you spend all your time in Man’s World doesn’t mean that all of us don’t care about Themyscira.”

Diana walked up to Artemis. Put a hand on her arm. Artemis almost growled.

“I know you don’t mean these things. You’re tired, you’re frustrated, you have the weight of the world on your shoulders. You need to take a rest. Phillipus thinks so as well.”

“Phillipus is… wrong,” Artemis muttered as Diana wrapped her in a hug. “We have to keep going. We have to put on a strong face so the world doesn’t think us weak.”

“No one will think you weak.” Diana turned to the Amazons. “I’m taking Artemis to the Island of Tranquility to recover from her ordeal. We’ll be back in the morning. I expect this rubble to be cleared by the time we return.”

The Amazons nodded and went to work. Artemis put up a token resistance as Diana picked her up, but as they flew to Tranquility Island she simply let herself be carried. Artemis didn’t get to fly often, and Diana could retain her humility when stating that flying in her arms was the best way to fly. Tranquility Island was serene despite its defacement, with the ivy of the gardens already overwhelming the ruins. Diana had often thought of trying to rehabilitate Poison Ivy on one of the islands, but she doubted Bruce would allow it.

“Diana, what an unexpected pleasure,” Epione, the closest thing Themyscira had to a therapist, said. She was a beautiful woman, short for an Amazon, and her golden hair was frazzled despite every outward appearance of serenity. Diana clashed her forearm with the healer in greeting.

“I was hoping that I could find a private room to help Artemis.”

“I don’t need any help!”

“We are all very grateful for what you have done for us,” Epione said gently. “But now is the time to allow Diana to help you. Please.”

Artemis scowled. “If those spindly-limbed excuses for Amazons don’t have that island restored by the time I return, I’ll tan their hides as hardy as any leather.”

Diana took Artemis’s arm, nicely but with some force behind it, and squeezed affectionately. Artemis sighed and gave in once more. Epione directed them to an underground hot bath that had just barely been damaged. Diana shored up a few pillars with her golden lasso before returning to Artemis, who was sitting grumpily on one of the massage chairs.

“So now do we hug and cuddle and talk about our feelings?” Artemis asked acidly.

“Perhaps later. For now…” Diana took her gift out of the back of her cape. It was big, thick and long, just like Artemis liked it. The Bana-Midghall’s eyes bulged a little. “I brought something to take the edge off.”

She set the strap-on down beside Artemis, amused at her friend’s gobstopped reaction, and with a quick twirl was undressed. Her nudity didn’t faze Artemis as much as the sight of the plastic phallus. Must be losing my touch, Diana thought.

“I didn’t think you had it in you, big sister,” Artemis said, grinning widely.

“Not yet, no. So, who uses it first?”

“You do,” Artemis said, impressively keeping her voice from trembling. “Put it on.”

Diana did. Artemis watched her pull it on, obscenely slow, the straps rounding her voluptuous hips and sinking in between her soft buttocks. Diana adjusted the straps, cinching it tight, and Artemis moaned low under her breath as it was belted. The dildo hung from Diana’s crotch like a weapon would be held, swaying gently with each minute movement.

“Strip,” Diana commanded.

Artemis did.

Diana had read a book once, Snow something-or-other, in which the protagonist had famously detailed every individual’s one-time wish to be the biggest “badass” in existence, and their subsequent relief that another character had the position taken. Sometimes, Diana suspected it was the same with Artemis. She wasn’t Wonder Woman, no one expected her to be Wonder Woman, so she didn’t have to worry all the time about being perfect. She wasn’t Diana, after all.

And so Artemis had only one person to look up to. And she enjoyed submitting to that person. After all, what was the shame in admitting submission to someone who was clearly superior in some respects? It was a complicated situation, and Diana wished at times that Artemis could just take a normal lover like most Amazons, but there was also a jealous and fierce part of her that enjoyed the attention. Artemis was someone she could fall in love with, more so than most.

“Are you going to stand there all day fantasizing about what you’d like to do with that thing or are you going to do it?” Artemis asked. She’d stripped completely, the only stitch left on her body the elastic that held her shoulder-length hair in a ponytail. Her body was built for war, not beauty, so of course Diana found it beautiful. It was slim as a knife, with high, pert breasts and muscles flowing under every inch of sun-kissed skin. The few scars that criss-crossed her body only made her more distinctive, like beauty marks.

“What do you want to do first?” Diana asked, taking a suggestive step forward. Full of purpose, if not the same purpose as usual, and with a sway to her hip that she’d seen Dinah use often. Artemis’s eyes took it in.

“I want to suck it,” Artemis said. “Make me suck it.”

Almost like a benediction, Diana took hold of her sister and lowered her to her knees. Her hands splayed on Artemis’s cheeks, holding her head steady as Diana guided the dildo into a slowly parting mouth. Psychology again, Diana thought. Artemis loved submission, and Diana had to admit that she liked it as well. Not as much as Artemis, perhaps, but with a keen appreciation all the same. The devotion, the surrender, the trust… Diana sometimes wished she could find someone to try it with. Artemis would let them switch, she suspected, but would never truly enjoy dominating her. The lines were too clearly drawn for that.

With a wet plop, Diana forced Artemis’s lips off the dildo. Artemis looked up at her, panting, wiping the saliva from her chin with the back of her hand. She’d been most enthusiastic. Diana hated not being able to appreciate that on a wholly physical level.

“I wasn’t finished,” she said bitterly.

Diana jerked her to her feet by her ponytail. “Yes, you are.”

Artemis’s breath grew heavy as Diana shoved her onto her back, on a divan with a sheet that crinkled under Artemis’s nude body. Her pert breasts jiggled slightly as she came to a rest with her legs slightly parted.

Diana kissed her then, a romantic gesture that Artemis resisted a little. Probably thought it cloying and sentimental, but Diana didn’t feel like she’d made love without at least one kiss. Artemis was warm and sweet, with the slightest taste of plastic from the dildo. It dangled saliva-shined between them.

“Now can we fuck?” Artemis asked, verbally crossing her arms, but physically keeping her hands cupped over her breasts in artful repose.

“Now,” Diana agreed.

Artemis’s hands splayed and trickled down her slim body to the lines of her pubis, where she parted her labia in clear invitation. It was a pose that would have more effect on a man, perhaps, but Diana couldn’t say that it was entirely wasted on her. Artemis looked… appetizing. Not quite beautiful (well, she was always beautiful), but like an opponent Diana had seized up and found worthy of a match.

She prodded the dildo an inch into Artemis, resting it there, letting her lover grow used to the weight about to occupy her.

“Big sister, I’m getting bored.”

“Could you not call me that when we’re… it makes me uncomfortable.”

“Well, we wouldn’t want that… bore.”

Diana smirked and drove the entire dildo into Artemis, taking the resulting howl as trophy. Artemis clutched at her, her eyes narrowed with rivalry and hooded with lust. A red blush was spreading across her body; a single bead of sweat worked its way off her brow.

“Are you alright?” Diana asked, knowing she was, gently teasing.

“Why? Have we started yet?” It would’ve been convincing if it weren’t for Artemis panting every other word.

With the crafty patience befitting her patrons, Diana drew herself out of Artemis, listening to the Bana-Midghall’s slight moans and protests, watching the tiny undulations as Artemis tried to keep still. It was agony for Artemis to relinquish Diana, even for an instance. So Diana took mercy and drove herself back in, doubly hard, hearing Artemis curse in her native tongue as reward.

As hard as Diana tried to keep her discipline, thrusting into Artemis with a rhythm designed to stimulate all her erogenous zones, she soon lost it. Artemis was clinging to her, grinding her breasts against Diana’s luscious cleavage, raking her nails down Diana’s back to leave hot lines of blood across the bunched muscles there, sinking her teeth into Diana’s slender neck and her hair, loosened from its ponytail, playing across their skin like the setting sun’s light, and her tongue trailing down Diana’s collar, mouth suctioning and heated, before it settled on an engorged nipple and oh yes there!

Diana lost herself in a frenzy of rutting. Hearing Artemis’s keening cries grow higher and higher just drove her on. The divan cracked under them, spilling them out onto the floor. Diana paused only long enough for them to roll to a stop. Artemis was on top. She didn’t take the time to correct herself, instead gyrating on top of Diana as the princess thrust up into her, hands groping at her slender hips and tapered waist and billowing breasts until she was cupping Artemis’s face, angular and cruel, and forcing her lips against hers in something that was miles from the sweet and loving one that came before, but so raging and fierce that it had to be right.

Artemis came, her fingers dug into Diana’s shoulders as she shuddered, her body bowed toward the Amazon. Sweat dripped off her flushed face and fell inches to impact against the corner of Diana’s mouth. Diana licked it away, watching as Artemis slowly came to her senses.

She rolled off Diana with a long groan, sore and sorry it was over. Her hands were shaking as she peeled the strap-on down Diana’s golden legs, setting it aside with some pause to kneel and gently kiss her way up Diana’s thigh. She paused at Diana’s enflamed labia, looking up Wonder Woman’s body to see she wasn’t ready yet. Impatient and amused by Diana’s overwhelming, she nipped at Diana’s hip.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to try it on?” Artemis asked teasingly as her teeth toyed with a scar over Diana’s pelvis.

Diana arched an eyebrow in surprise. “Perhaps… later…” Diana said diplomatically, not sure if “later” would be in the next ten years. “Merciful Aphrodite… how can you stand to be on the receiving end of that?”

“With much satisfaction,” Artemis said, now licking at the healing scar tissue. Diana’s scars never lasted long; she had to enjoy them when she could. “You know, if you really want someone who’d prefer to lap from your well…”

“I love you, Artemis.”

“I know, I know… but…” Artemis got through to Diana with a lascivious lick that trawled from her scar to the boundaries of her pubic region. “Someone has a crush on you.”

“Really? Who?”

“Mmm-mmm,” Artemis refused, shaking her head with an accompanying lick. “Not telling.”

“Little sister…” Diana cajoled.

“She really does like you. I’d hate to spoil it before its time.”

“So it’s a she! Is it Dinah?”

“Nope.” Artemis lapped between Diana’s legs, making the warrior shudder but not deterring her. “Perhaps you should offer a sacrifice to Aphrodite.”

“Later. Is it Barda?”

“Isn’t she married?”

“Maybe she’s a polygamist. Is it an Amazon?”

“Yes,” Artemis said after a pause. “And that’s all you’re getting.” Then she kissed Diana deeply and her lover couldn’t care less.
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